In love with my teacher//Raulson

Chapter 13

(Lily's POV)

     The sharp pain in my stomach caused for a rude awakening. Slightly concerned that I'd be late for school, I flipped over and looked out of my window to see a space blue sky, the sun just barely peeked out from the horizon which meant that it had to be around 4:30.

Going back to sleep with the amount of stress on my body was impossible, I immediately rued sitting up when the pain spread across my body intensified.

My stomach churned and the sound of my dad's slurry voice began to replay in my mind.

This is your fault you stu-....you stupid bitch. You were never good for nuthin, can't even keep up with a damn phone! I should've left and never came back, I always knew you were a waste of life, I don't know why it took me so fuckin' long to realize it!

Along with the echoing phrase, came a familiar, throbbing headache. I slowly stood up and made my way to the bathroom.

With each step, It felt as if I was going to crumble under my weight. But with "deep breaths and happy thoughts" I made my way to the bathroom without incident.

I chuckled to myself. "Deep breaths and happy thoughts," that was a coping strategy my therapist always used to recommend, it never worked though.

Frankly, none of the shit she recommended worked. Sometimes I didn't know if it was me or if she was just a shit therapist.

One thing that did work though, were showers. They provided warmth and comfort that nobody else seemed to want to give when I was having a hard time. But, this time, I didn't want to shower. I didn't want to do shit.

After minutes of dreading it, I finally stripped and turned the shower on. I left the curtain open and sat under the water that shortly submerged my entire body.

It was clear that I was having a breakdown when my body started to shake and cries echoed off of the bathroom walls. I hoped to God that someone would hear and rescue me. But, of course, no one did. I was alone, forever and always alone.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes, I wiped the tears from eyes and looked up at the wall clock.

7:10.

Shit.

I got out of the tub and threw on a pair of sweats and by the time I got into my car, 10 minutes had already passed; that meant I had about...well...10 minutes to get to school.

I hauled ass, but, of course, it still wasn't enough. When I pulled into the parking lot, it was already 7:31. I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down; It wasn't until then that I realized how nauseous I was.

I walked into History class 7 minutes late, not that it mattered to me, but to Ms.Kate, it would mean the world. As soon as I opened the door, all eyes were on me.

"Nice of you to join us, Ms.Rabe," Said Ms.Kate.

I gave her a half-smile and sat as fast as I could and put my head down to avoid any more eye contact.

This is your fault you stu-....you stupid bitch. You were never good for nuthin, can't even keep up with a damn phone! I should've left and never came back, I always knew you were a waste of life, I don't know why it took me so fuckin' long to realize it!

The sound of my father's voice got louder and louder until it felt as if he were standing there yelling down at me.

The headache and nausea began to intensify as his voice grew louder. One gag was enough to indicate that I was, indeed, going to throw up.